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Chapter 256 The Truth About the Necromancer

The original text of the Fenich Manuscript was the Necronomicon, a synonym for evil.

“That which is eternal does not die, but in the strange eternity, even death dies.”

"Do not think that humans are the most ancient and the final rulers of the world, nor that all the creatures walking on the land are ordinary, visible life forms. The ancient gods existed in the past, exist now, and will exist in the future."

“Cthulhu, who is in the sea, may your name be made glorious, may your kingdom come, may your will be done in R'lyeh as in Ihansre.”

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From Fenich Wilfred's perspective, the raven heard those incomprehensible, almost delirious pronouncements.

His thoughts, along with Fenich's exploration of the Necronomicon, traversed the long river of the universe.

He seemed to see the mysterious Arab sorcerer who wrote the Necronomicon, using his astrological and astronomical knowledge in unconventional ways to explore the true meaning of the Eastern and Western universes...

He saw countless interpretations of the old seals...

The raven also witnessed the torments of Fenich's cruel life, especially the terrible torture he suffered after pronouncing the names of those beings who existed long before the dawn of time with the correct pronunciation... Nyarlathotep, Shoggoth, Azathoth...

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The raven saw a pitiful woman named Lavinia Wattley, who had given birth to twins for the Outer Gods, bringing terrible misfortune to the land.

His gaze fell upon the land he had once abandoned—Iqum.

He saw through the gloom behind the cursed town, and he saw clearly who the owner of the broken divine body hidden deep in the cave was.

He learned of the intentions of certain Outer Gods toward this land.

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He also saw the hunters with bat wings in the dark world.

Those monstrous bloodlines that were banished...

Those cracked, burning eyes...

And the magnificent figures that existed in ancient times, too great to behold.

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Finich devoted his entire life to studying the Necronomicon.

His soul and body did not find peace at the end of his life; a chaotic series of calamities, like gears, shredded and drained everything from him.

With the body and vision of an ordinary person, he composed an extremely cruel hymn, praising the cursed mysticism.

Throughout this scholar's short but eventful life, Raven suffered countless devastating blows, blows to the very soul.

Even from the perspective of a voyeur, even with his extensive knowledge of occultism, it was difficult to resist the terrifying information from the unhindered autobiographical mind.

Perhaps this is why Fenich added countless encryption methods when compiling the manuscript. In a sense, he was protecting future readers, not wanting the misfortunes he suffered to be repeated in the lives of his descendants.

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After peeking into Fenich's memories of the dead, Raven's body seemed to age considerably; his breathing became heavy, and his limbs became numb.

But it was all worth it, because it brought unprecedented broadened horizons.

The pleasure of having one's brain filled with countless forbidden knowledge surpasses any pathological form of orgasm on a physiological level. For the first time, Raven felt the pleasure of being human, a distorted and subversive pleasure.

At that moment, he completely understood what his teacher meant.

I understood the whispers and murmurs in the message carried by that last fallen leaf.

All the struggles and confusion seemed to vanish in that moment.

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When an ant finally sees the entirety of the human world, it faces only two fates: death or transcendence. The latter is the state of the raven today.

He remained in the kneeling posture.

Deep within his soul, those terrifying names were exerting endless pressure on him. They were just names, yet they seemed to possess a twisted magic that was almost enough to destroy his soul and force him to prostrate himself in worship.

But the raven gritted its teeth and stood up straight.

His whole body was trembling, his bones were screaming, and crimson blood was seeping from the corners of his eyes, but he refused to give up. He had to stand up, he had no choice but to stand up.

Otherwise, he would be the second Fenich, the second soul shattered by misfortune.

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Finally, this frail human body stood up in the cemetery.

His breathing gradually became stable, his bones were no longer under the pressure, and he was able to straighten his body.

An unprecedented state of being gathered between the raven's brows; he had found redemption.

But it was not salvation bestowed by any of those unnamed figures, but rather salvation that the raven fought for itself.

He won.

He survived by a hair's breadth between burial and rebirth.

He grasped all the content that Fenich had spent his entire life studying.

Now, the defeat of a mere Great Old One was no longer enough to stir a ripple in his heart, and his vision broadened like never before.

Everything in sight is an illusion.

The mysteries that once troubled him have all vanished.

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After a long wait, the raven finally learned what had happened in that world before the distant past.

He saw the path paved by the visionaries of the past, and he also saw the carnage committed by evil people. Now, he had countless options.

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"Perhaps the Great Old Ones are cowardly beings, not strong enough to break the deadlock in this ancient land of Nanwei. If the Great Old Ones are not qualified, then what about the Old Gods? What about the Outer Gods? Their descent is inevitable. This is the end of this era. Summoning is just a means to break the deadlock."

"Teacher, I understand, I understand everything..."

The raven's eyes were filled with tears.

At that moment, he cried like a child.

He cried out loud at the dark sky:
"Calamity is inescapable; humanity can never escape it. The end... The students risked their lives, yet they only withstood the oppressive power of the gods' names. How, how, can we possibly fight against those terrifying beings..."

"You always said that foresight is the lifelong aspiration of all scholars, yet it is also the greatest tragedy in the world. Now I understand, teacher, oh teacher..."

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Unbeknownst to anyone, in the gloomy southeastern sea, the beginning of breaking the deadlock of all calamities was quietly unfolding.

Over the long years, people have come to have different definitions of this day.

Some say this was a historic day, the first time the human soul revealed its greatness.

However, some historical accounts argue that turmoil and disaster struck at this very moment, and those who claimed to be saviors were the very embodiment of misfortune.

Just as the authors of the Necronomicon said—

"I do not hate ignorant people; my enemy is ignorance itself."

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(End of this chapter)